A/N: My first fanfic is going to be a song fic in a way. I was inspired by the Eminem song "Stan". I don't exactly know why, but I thought I would give this a shot.
To set the scene, Jess is writing to Leslie, believing she's a famous author now. However, there's something wrong. You'll have to read all the way through to see what though.
My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
*Jess Aarons begins to write a letter to his old friend in his basement*
Dear Les, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not of got em
There was probably a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot em
But anyways, fuck it, what's up? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant, I'm about to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Leslie
I heard about your uncle Johnny too I'm sorry
My Dad killed himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the low selling shit you did with Pam
I like the shit you did with Rick too that shit was great
I still have a room full of your pictures and posters ma'am
I hope you get this, hit me back, just to chat
Sincerely yours, your best friend, this is Jess
My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
*Jess begins to construct another letter after receiving no reply to the first letter*
Dear Les, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you ain't wanna talk to me after the signing, you didn't have too. Well
You could've signed an autograph for May Belle
That's my little sister, she's only six years old
We waited for four hours in the blistering cold
And you just said no
That's pretty shitty, you're her fucking idol
She wants to be just like you, she loves you more than I do
I ain't that mad tho
I just don't like being snubbed hoe
Remember when we met in Richmond?
You said if I wrote you'd write back
Mom left three years ago and never came back
That's when my whole world went black
Until I found your books and they were hits
They help me get through this shit
I also cut myself just to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush to me
You're stories are real, and I respect you cuz you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know what I been through
No one does, she don't know what it was like growing up
You've gotta call me, I'll be the biggest fan to lose
Love, Jess
P.S We should be together too
My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
*Aarons is in his car, clearly intoxicated. He grabs an old cassette and begins recording.*
Dear Ms. I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans
This is the last package I'll ever send your ass!
Been six months and still no word
I deserve it
And I wrote the addresses on the last letters perfect
So this is my cassette, I hope you hear it
In the car going 90 on the freeway
I'm tired of giving you all this leeway
I just drank a fifth of vodka and I'm on a drive
Tonight's the night all three of us die
*muffled screaming heard in the backgroud*
Shut the fuck up bitch, I'm tryna talk
Hey Les, that's my girl tied up in the trunk
And it's a boy, I'm murdering the little punk
I'm done with seeing you and your hair dyed blue
My girlfriend's gonna drown and suffocate too
I'm almost to the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot.
How am I supposed to send this shit out?
*car veers off an overpass into a cold, dark lake below.*
*Four doctors observe the patient through the security cameras placed in his room. After a while, the head doctor begins to speak.*
"Should we tell him?"
"No. Even if he was in the proper mental state, he probably wouldn't believe us."
"I kinda feel bad for the young lad. The pain he is going through I can't imagine."
"I would go insane too if I thought my best friend who died when I was 10 years old wasn't dead and instead was an insanely successful author."
Jess Aarons had been admitted to a psychiatric ward in Roanoke at the age of 23 after pleading insanity in the case of his girlfriend's murder. They found the letters and tape in the glove compartment of his car. He's lucky to be alive. A passerby saw the car plunge into the waters below and jumped in. Jess was the only human rescued, and the car was pulled out of the water a few days later.
Jess's best friend, Leslie, has been dead for 13 years. She had drowned in a creek while trying to cross on a rope. Jess just never came to grips with it.
